Everyone has their own story You have yours, I have mine Today mine happens to be about A yellow dress And behind the yellow dress Lies a warm and beating heart That longs to tell a story Of which we are all a part Oh oh oh, I love these things So these things shall I be The honey bee It has taken me so long To get up to speed a long winter But the sun is slowly warming me And so here I go towards the garden of love Oh oh oh, I love these things So these things shall I be The garden of love I can see it now I am meandering as fast as I can Want to sip the nectar I am making my way back to where I belong Oh oh oh, I love these things So these things shall I be And when I lay me down to sleep In my flowery keep The moon upon my face I dream of bowls of milk Sailin' towards a sea of roses